"You gonna teach me?", she asks raising one of her perfectly arched brows. "How to shoot?", I ask. I took a drag from the blunt and passed it over to her. "Yes". "I don't think you're ready for all of that", I say lifting my head to blow out smoke. "You didn't think I was ready for any of this....yet, here I am". She wasn't that kind of girl. I knew that shit from the beginning. I changed something in her. She moves closer, handing the joint back to me. She reaches out and slightly lifts my shirt. I look down at her hands but I don't stop her. I could feel her finger tips against my skin. "What are you doing?", I ask blowing out smoke. She bites her lip and her eyes met mine. She pulls the gun out that was tucked into my Tommy Hilfiger boxers. "Teach me".